We hear the woe and wailing
almost every day:
the entrails of a plane wreck,
a twister’s hop-scotch prey
“included several children”
the breathless news crews say.
As if that were the kernel
of the catastrophe.

No pledge a politician’s
plaited tongue can take
won’t sound a bit more sacred
than “for our children’s sake.”
Those vows are tinker-toys,
such fun to rig and make;
how quickly we outgrow them—
how easily they break!

But I have read my Calvin,
my Shakespeare, my St. Paul—
and every bud has canker;
we’re wormy apples, all.
Observe a schoolyard playground,
the sticks and stones, the brawls:the innocence of children—?
That’s so much folderol.